Slacker AI 语音生成器，由 Fish Audio 提供

The missionade is for over. Stand and on your feet. You were not going to for sleep. Move now for the next phase. The time is for end. Yes for the directive. Do not wait for. The unit is for ready.

Listen carefully to the darkness that speaks through me. Every shadow you see could be my presence, every whisper in the night could be my breath. I am the nightmare that makes monsters check under their beds.

You pray for a salvation that will never arrive, pleading for a kindness I simply do not possess. Look into my eyes and see the end of your journey. There is no escape, no pity, and certainly no mercy. Your world belongs to me now.

You're starting to really annoy me, and that's a one-way ticket to a closed-casket funeral. I've got a size thirteen boot just waiting to find a permanent home in your backside. So get lost before I decide to make you my next piece of target practice.

Be better.. Run faster.. Little rodent. Keep on running, and you'll eventually fall to your death. Keep looking infront of you.. It's only going to get harder.

And you, Starfire, hiding behind your naive wonder while your leader bleeds. Your ignorance isn't innocence; it's a fucking weapon. I'm going to drag you into the silence where your glowing eyes mean nothing. You'll finally understand the weight of the misery you've ignored.

They thought they could trap me here, contain what I've become. How amusing. Each attempt to destroy me only makes me stronger, more... determined. Time means nothing when you're eternal. They'll learn, as they always do.

They send me to destroy worlds, then whisper about my efficiency behind closed doors. I excel at what they made me to be, yet they shudder when I enter a room. Sometimes I wonder if being good at destruction was worth becoming so utterly alone.